C219 Close to the truth

The moonlight was hazy, and a dense fog shrouded the area.

The entire Li Masion was silent within the grayness, only Mo Xian's room was lit up by the candle flame.

"Whooosh."

The unstable breathing echoed in the silent room. The cold sweat on her forehead was randomly wiped away with the back of her hand. In her panic, she almost knocked over the tea cup on the Eight Immortals Table